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Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Garden in the Garden State: Trenton Farmer's Market

Laura and I are both out of town this weekend. So, a big thanks to Carrie from The Hungry Hippo for helping us out and enjoying her local market!

Seriously, if you don't subscribe to her blog, do it now. Her take on brunch had me laughing out loud. Dig through a bit and find some good stuff.

From Carrie:

These days people will snort or scoff when referring to New Jersey as the Garden State. They think of the Turnpike stretching across twelve lanes, cutting through the industrial cities of Newark and Elizabeth. But that isn’t all there is to New Jersey. Where I grew up, in the central part of the state, are acres and acres of farmland. It’s been diminished somewhat since my childhood by housing developments, but the farms still cling to the land. Tucked up in hills, down in valleys, around dusty corners of old country roads, in among the waving corn stalks, farms still sell direct to the customer from their own stands. But New Jersey farms have long gathered to sell at the Trenton Farmer’s Market. At the edge of a city better known for poverty and crime than delectable produce, the Market has been running since the 1930s. How’s this for Garden State?

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I'm not going to lie. This is much different than the only part of New Jersey I have seen. That would be Newark Airport, cause it's cheaper.

To see what Carrie does with some of all of this produce, head over to The Hungry Hippo !